You analyze your bisque mushroom and sense that there is no recorded information on that item. It may or may not be able to be worked on by a merchant alterer. You get no sense of whether or not the mushroom may be further lightened.
VERB FIRST THIRD RUB You rub your bisque mushroom and the gills underneath its speckled cap flare suddenly...
A cloud of pale white powder swirls about your left palm and dissipates, revealing a mottled light brown spore. Roundtime: 10 sec.
XXX rubs her bisque mushroom and the gills underneath the cap flare suddenly...
A brief puff of pale white powder appears before Nihrvanah.
PINCH You give your bisque mushroom a playful pinch, but only manage to get white powder on your fingers. XXX pinches her mushroom, getting white powder on her fingers. POKE You poke your bisque mushroom on its speckled cap. It doesn't do anything. XXX pokes her mushroom a few times. EAT For some reason, you attempt to take a bite out of your bisque mushroom. Just as your teeth begin to close down on the mushroom flesh, the coating of powder tickles your nose.
You begin to sneeze uncontrollably! Roundtime: 3 sec.
XXX tries to eat her mushroom, but suddenly breaks out into a sneezing fit. LICK For some reason, you lick your bisque mushroom, coating your tongue in white powder. It doesn't taste very good. XXX licks her mushroom. Her face wrinkles in disgust.
VERB FIRST THIRD TOSS You toss your light brown spore onto the ground and it bounces a few feet before skidding to a stop.
You throw your light brown spore onto the ground and it bounces a few feet before skidding to a stop. Two waves of deep, crimson flames radiate from the exploding spore and ripple along the ground towards a Mistydeep siren.
XXX tosses her light brown spore onto the ground, which skids a few feet before skidding to a stop.
>throw spore at chi You throw your light brown spore onto the ground and it bounces a few feet before skidding to a stop. A single wave of deep, crimson flames and acrid smoke radiates from the exploding spore and ripples along the ground towards a jungle troll chieftain. A jungle troll chieftain is struck by the wave of fire! ... 30 points of damage! Burst of flames to right leg burns skin bright red. The troll chieftain screams in agony as the flames barbecue her flesh! ... 40 points of damage! Flames incinerate muscle tissue in neck exposing the trachea. More than you ever wanted to see. The troll chieftain is stunned! Wisps of black smoke swirl around a jungle troll chieftain and she bursts into flame! The remaining portions of the light brown spore crumble away into a fine golden powder. Roundtime: 5 sec. The flames surrounding a jungle troll chieftain flare up violently... ... 10 points of damage! Minor burns to left arm. That hurts a bit. The troll chieftain moans in pain as the flames singe her skin! ... 3 points of damage! Minor burns to right arm. That hurts a bit. The flames around a jungle troll chieftain continue to burn! The flames surrounding a jungle troll chieftain flare up violently... ... 10 points of damage! Minor burns to left arm. That hurts a bit. The troll chieftain howls in agony as the flames dance over her body! ... 5 points of damage! Minor burns to back. Looks uncomfortable. The flames around a jungle troll chieftain continue to burn!
The mushroom just sits there in your hand as you sing. Shadows overhwhelm your vision and darkness engulfs you. The surroundings are warm and moist, and you feel secure and comfortable among your many brothers and sisters. All is well, until you are expelled from your haven, sent out into unknown. The disorientation fades away, and you are yourself again. As you continue to sing, the mushroom still doesn't do anything. Suddenly, you feel your corporeal body grow less distinct. Colors and light assault your senses in dizzying whirls and blurs. You feel yourself floating on warm air currents, flying like a downy feather across a vast expanse. Elation fills your being as you dance in the sky. The scenery changes back to normal as your song verse ends. The melody envelopes the mushroom, but it does not do anything apparent. Your body feels heavy, and you find yourself sinking into moist, loamy earth. The thick, heavy scent of the soil infuses your being with vitality. A whisper of a sound flits at the edge of your awareness, like a contented sigh. You awaken from your vision with the lingering scent of soil. You start another verse of your song, focusing on your mushroom. The world shift slowly, transforming into lush woodlands. Heavy footsteps draw near until you feel yourself being lifted from your home. Soft hands cradle you and a soothing voice reassures your frightened spirit. You are set gently down into a pot of rich loam and enter a peaceful slumber, listening to a melodious lullaby. You open your eyes and blink away the fog of sleep to find yourself back to reality.